I'll bet someone back east is going, 'Now why don't she write?'
:-P
I'll have you know that I am writing here and there but by then it's after dark and I can't run the internet and by morning the farm takes over... So I've wound up with almost two months of stories piled up begging to be paired with pictures and posted.
I'll also have you know I'm not doing either of those things right now. The thing is, kidding season began two weeks early (more on that later) and with babies comes bottle feeding three times a day and milking twice a day. It's fun and fantastic, but on top of other farm chores it eats up most of my days as of late, not to mention added randomness. Like, oh, I don't know...today.
I checked on all the pregnant girls and no babies were happening today. Turns out nothing much was happening today...other than fence repairs turning morning chores
into afternoon chores with a minute amount of rest until 2nd feeding
before evening chores begin. It's one on those days... The wild (and tame)
pigs are driving me bonkers with their complete and utter disregard for goat fences...the nerve...
So I'm wandering through the three acre paddock the goats currently reside in and along the lower perimeter of the property I hear my bucks (who are in the adjacent leased acres). They were squawking, I thought, about how I hadn't come down to see them yet. I wasn't having any luck finding the yearlings, so I figured I'd check on the boys while I was down there and then resume my search. Turns out, that's where the yearlings were and the bucks had been yelling "MOM! They're down here and they're totally
throwing off our bachelor vibe! Do something!"
My goats are awesome. They rat each other out so they rest don't get into trouble. Not the first of the last time that's happened!
Oh and three of the yearlings and Jack, resident eunuch, just had to be in the middle of all
the fence repair.
Jack: What are you doing? Got a t-post pounder? That
looks heavy and manly and I'm only one of those anymore...
Ume: T-post clips! My favorite! nomnomnom (not really, she just liked to gum them like an idiot)
Adrienne: Mom, your tag is sticking out, let me chew it off for you.
Cheryl: I WANT TO GO OUT! *shove* DON'T FIX THE HOLE! GOD! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!
Even with all that craziness...in the morning, while I was milking one of the girls, I thought "I could think of worse ways to spend my morning...". And yes, I'm tired a lot, and yes, I wish I had more time for hobbies (like blogging) but it's kidding season, which mean there's an end in sight. In the meantime, I have baby kids to cuddle and there's no way in hell I can stay sad or angry with a baby goat in my arms. They're just too damn cute!
I hope to have time later to post my back-log of things that have been going on lately.
